Just because one of your chicken eggs hatched a fire breathing dragon people think you’re evil. But you’re still just a regular farmer trying to make a living while dealing with an overprotective dragon, heroes that want to kill you and fanatics who want to worship you as the new Demon Lord.
I don’t think a lot of people understand that no matter how progressive or well-read you are, there are always going to be moments in your life where somebody pushes back against something that’s so culturally ingrained you never even considered it before. And you’ll say “Huh, it never occurred to me to challenge this but you’re right,” and that doesn’t mean you were “morally toxic” before, it means you’re a non-omniscient human capable of growth.
Also, some preferred terms for things will change and evolve, and terms we prefer now might eventually be considered gauche or even offensive, and that doesn’t mean you were a bigot at the time for using them. It means we evolved as a society and chose new terminology to reflect that change.
Nobody is a fully formed realisation of progressivism that can predict all shifts and modes of thought. The world will always change, and hopefully you will, too
I’ve had a lot of fun with this character, design wise. I always end up drawing the ‘horns’ of their mask far sharper than I intend to. They should really be smoother and wider stanced, but eh, it’s practice.
Really pleased to be back to drawing a bit again. It’s been too long.
LITERALLY some of you don’t fucking know what “disposable income is” like i cannot stress ENOUGH that someone who was able to get animal crossing on day 1 of launch or a ps5 preorder that is still only working minimum wage job and/or cannot pay their rent on a monthly basis is NOT your enemy bruv they are NOT “the rich” like PLEASE cement that in your head.
Look, I'm not a furry, but I'm friends with quite a few furries, and if y'all look at furry art and assume it's inherently a fetish thing, based SOLELY on the fact that it's furry art, that's a YOU problem.
Leave furries alone and stop acting like middle school bullies. Grow up.
I’ve been thinking about the way people tie their identity into tight little knots. How they make something so core of their being, that they cannot possibly walk away from it. That an insult to it, is an insult to THEM.
And I just... I can’t quite understand it?
Like, I get being invested in things. Liking things enough that you make it a big deal. Perhaps so much that people get you gifts of it every year for your birthday, even if it’s been a long, long, time since you last spoke of it.
I’m known as Sauron Bane, for goodness sake.
I remember first seeing Star Wars as a child, in the re-release in the mid-90′s. It was HUGE for me! I loved it. I wanted everything star wars related for years. I went as Darth Maul for Halloween when the Prequels came out. I ran (and still own all the books for) a Star Wars RP group with my buddies for years. It was easy to introduce people to RPing that way. They already knew Star Wars.
I read all of the Lord of the Rings when I was in middle school. I loved it so much I tied my online persona to it for over a decade now. I used to know bits of Elvish, and use it in messages with my cousin.
I GET liking things to the point of Fandom.
What I don’t get is, when being a fan of something turns to such a central identity pillar that dislike of it harms you.
I remember reading Harry Potter when I was younger. It was fun as a kid. A lot of people I knew became so invested in it, that as they grew older, they continued to reference their “Hogwarts House” in reference to their actions.
When J.K. Rowling was revealed to be a transphobe, I ditched what little HP merch I had, and cut it out of my life. Made sense to walk away from it.
But to those folks I knew, who had made it so integral to themselves, the very thought of the author being bad meant they were bad too, or that she couldn’t possibly be bad, because they weren’t.
Neither of which are true statements.
I feel like some people tie their existence too tightly. They bind themselves up in razor-wire of their own choices, and trap themselves in an agony that is unnecessary.
Sometimes people will misunderstand, either wilfully or accidentally, and you cannot know for certain which it is. Sometimes people will attack a thing you like, specifically in an attempt to bring harm to you. And sometimes a friend will make an offhand comment about something you like, that they don’t care for, and it will not be intended to cause any harm at all.
I am known as Sauron Bane. I took that name from LotR. I sit at the moment, writing this, in a Boba Fett Hoodie. I’ve got Warhammer models scattered about me, in various states of construction and paint. There’s a One Punch Man POP Figure on my desk.
I am a fan of many things. But that is not WHO I am.
I think that distinction is important. The distinction that you can like things, without them being you.
Otherwise you’ll drown in the river of your own regrets, dragged down by the stones you tied to your own throat.